Invisible

I looked at you

But failed to see,

Your smile was sweet

But bent in three.

I looked and saw

And held your gaze,

But did not notice

Eyes gray with haze.

I smiled at you,

Held out my hand,

I failed to see,

You couldn't stand.

I stopped to hear,

And wondered why,

You couldn't speak,

You wouldn't cry.

I bought for you,

A pair of shoes,

I was so blind;

You looked so blue.

As the sun shone,

I thought "To the park today!"

To me it was luck,

Til your wheels got stuck.

I'm sorry for the times,

I'm sure you know,

When I was more

Pasty than gold.

When I purposed to,

And succeeded in,

Ignoring what

I thought were whims.

A bigger heart

You probably have,

Mine is too small

My vision too glazed.

My world too cherry,

My wisdom too neat,

That I couldn't see

That you are more than feet.

So in mourning a loss

I never had,

What is it worth,

To be this sad?

Is it grieving

over ignorance lost?

Or yearning for healing

Over usurped, a boast?

I can only breathe

A sigh of relief,

As you extend your hand,

And give me belief,

That though society gives you

No sacred place,

They are definitely in need

Of your patient grace.